Throne of Shadows
“Mortals these days. No respect. No cowering. Just straight to business. And what do you ask for? Wealth. Or for me to make some poor sod fall in love with you. In the old days, when someone summoned a demon, they wanted to start a war. Revenge. Plagues. All that good stuff. Everyone’s boring now.”
“Trust me, I’m exactly what you’re looking for,” Ria said with all the confidence she could muster.
“You mortals all think you’re so special.” He sneered at her. “You seem like the love type. So, who is it? Jimmy the shop boy who’s in love with someone else? A rich duke who won’t even look your way?”
Ria stared him down, unimpressed. “Tomorrow I will fight my sister in mortal combat for the throne. I ask for your assistance in killing her, discretely, during the fight.”
This brought him up short. He paused for a moment, dark eyes looking over her. “There’s a fee.”
“Name your price.”










